Chapter 160: Side Story – The Beautiful Eastern Bride (2) [R-18]
by MeherThe sudden rain came without warning.
There was no thunder, no lightning. A gust of wind swept through, and raindrops began to fall even under the parasol.
“Oh—uh…”
Aiden, who had been holding his pen, closed his textbook.
Seojin, looking just as flustered, gathered her papers and held them to her chest as she looked up.
“Inside?”
“Yes, yes!”
She led the way, cutting through the wind.
As she brushed past his shoulder, her wet clothes clinging to her like paper, Aiden tightened his grip on the strap of his bag.
It was his first time inside the magnificent, high-end house. Past the entryway, a small dining table stood next to the main one.
The lady of the house, she entered with a natural air and swept her hair to one side.
Wet strands clung to the nape of her neck, and her t-shirt was pressed to her body by the rain.
So white.
And too close.
Not knowing where to look, Aiden sat down in a chair first.
Seojin, who should have been getting a hairdryer, instead took a mug from a shelf by the dining table.
“You… want milk? Warm milk. Okay?”
Aiden blinked, then nodded. It seemed she thought warming up was the priority.
“Yeah. That’d be nice.”
She nodded, poured milk into a kettle, and turned on the stove.
Below her slender wrist and elbow, the damp hem of her sleeve clung to her forearm.
Why am I so nervous?
He was just here for a lesson.
But now, he was inside her space. Seojin was in her own kitchen, warming the very milk he had delivered.
It was a strangely private feeling.
“Here,” Seojin said, holding out the mug.
“Drink. You’re wet. Cold, yes?”
“Thanks…”
Aiden reached out to take the mug.
For a moment, their hands touched, and she looked up, seemingly surprised.
In that instant, it was unbearably close. Her lips, the bridge of her nose, the heat slowly rising between them.
Despite the strange tension he felt, Seojin let out a soft chuckle.
“You’re like… younger brother. I mean, wet, come inside.”
At her words, Aiden laughed freely.
“Then… you are my big sister?”
But beneath his laughter, a desire that saw her as anything but a sister coiled hotly.
As if she found her own words amusing, Seojin laughed too.
She took a sip of her own warm milk, then retrieved a towel from the bathroom and handed it to him.
She acted as if it were nothing, but this was a huge house where visitors never came. And he was inside it.
And with his own wet feet, not her husband’s, he had left large footprints here.
…A desire he shouldn’t have was growing.
Aiden sat on a high stool.
Behind him, he could smell her scent as she toweled her hair.
A clean fragrance, like lemons and soap. And on the mug he was looking at, a faint mark from her colorless lip balm remained.
“You’re okay now?”
“Oh, yeah.”
She didn’t turn around, but Aiden averted his gaze. He had stared at the mark of her lips for too long.
Seojin filled the used kettle with water to make washing it later easier. At the same time, she wondered if she had any snacks to serve.
Her back was turned to him, her slender waist visible through the wet clothes, leading down to an incredible curve of her hips. Aiden quietly stood up.
“—Can I use the toilet?”
“Sure. There.”
She turned to gesture with her chin, a smile on her face.
That smile felt as if it could purely forgive his teeming desires, and Aiden almost let a silly grin slip out.
He closed the door, checked the lock, and stared into the mirror.
He couldn’t believe the face reflected there. His cheekbones were flushed, his eyes were trembling.
What is this…
He slapped his cheek—hard.
He took one deep breath, then another.
But it didn’t cool him down. Instead, his heart pounded as if it would burst.
When she had offered him the mug, handed him the towel, she was so pretty, so kind, and so—
Aiden finally realized the truth.
That while pretending not to want anything from this woman, he actually wanted everything.
This woman, who probably spent every day guarding the house with no close friends and nothing much to do— Aiden hurriedly pulled down his pants. He rushed.
His eyes were closed, his hand moving faster and faster.
He couldn’t make a sound.
The only thing he let out was a ragged breath.
Even as he recalled her smiling and calling him her ‘younger brother,’ he was imagining that kindness in a lewd way.
She was so careful, so quiet, so gentle… and so beautiful. The embodiment of every ideal he had ever dreamed of.
If I pushed, would she just give in?
The desire could no longer be contained.
He wished that she, with the eyes of a sexy milf from a Japanese AV he’d once seen, would press her ass against him.
“…Ha, you crazy bastard…”
His hand trembling, Aiden quietly washed up.
The face in the mirror was stained with sweat and the dampness around his eyes. He turned on the water and, trying to act as if nothing had happened, steadied his breathing and wet his hands with the towel again.
“Just a shower, I think. Hmm, sunny.”
The room, with its 270-degree windows, was perfect for admiring the view without even needing to get close. Seojin was finishing her milk when she spoke to him as he emerged from the bathroom.
While she was hoping this innocent, gentle milk deliveryman wouldn’t catch a cold, Aiden was already imagining her body and voice, even memorizing the scent of the towels in her house.
*
It was his first visit in two days.
A regularly scheduled lesson day.
There was no rain, no excuse. It was just that, since that day, he had become afraid of seeing her.
As always, Seojin was the one to open the gate.
“Good morning.”
“…Hi.”
Aiden gave an awkward nod.
It took less than three seconds to look directly at her face, but in those three seconds, he had already seen everything.
Today, too, he could see the silhouette under her t-shirt, braless inside the house. Her linen pants were so white and thin that the lines of her body were faintly visible beneath.
He turned his head slightly.
His throat felt hot. It was as if the heat from that day, when he had masturbated in her house, was rising all over again.
“Today… a little cloudy. But not rain.”
Seojin offered him a small plate of cookies.
“For you. My teacher. With walnut. I try new recipe.”
Instead of the cookie, Aiden’s eyes went first to her hand.
A slender, beautiful hand, soft and white with no calluses from kitchen work.
He was the white one, but perhaps because Seojin rarely went outside, she looked paler than his own reddish skin.
As he took the cookie, he brushed the back of her hand, though he hadn’t meant to.
Seojin smiled, unfazed.
“Study. Start now?”
“Y-Yeah. Let’s start.”
Aiden diligently continued the lesson.
“‘I didn’t mean to’… means you did something wrong, but you didn’t want to.”
“Ah… like an accident?”
“Right.”
Seojin thought for a moment, then wrote it down, saying the words aloud.
“I didn’t mean to forget your birthday.”
Then she laughed softly.
“Sounds like… Rio. He always says this.”
Aiden forced a smile at her words.
It wasn’t that he had forgotten about her ‘husband,’ but her words now drenched him like ice water.
She was the wife of the man who owned this mansion, and he was just a milk deliveryman and a luckily hired tutor.
“This sentence… is a little awkward.”
Aiden said, leaning his head slightly over the notebook.
“‘He make me smile every day.’ It’s ‘makes.’ With an s.”
“Ah, third person…”
As he added an ‘s’ with a red pen, Seojin muttered softly and twirled her ballpoint pen.
“He makes me smile every day.”
She wrote it down correctly.
Unlike his cursive, her English, written with firm, rounded letters, seemed to stick fast to the paper.
Every time she tilted her head to write, a soft fragrance wafted from her, and her thin dress, bathed in sunlight, swayed gently in the breeze.
In that moment, click.
“Ah…”
The pen she was twirling rolled away, and Seojin bent down.
As she casually lowered her body to the side to pick it up, the hem of her flimsy dress went past her knees, well past her thighs, and parted thoughtlessly.
“Ah—I’ll get it.”
Right before the eyes of Aiden, who had moved to help her from the other side, was what lay beneath.
Her underwear.
Thin, so thin, a cream-colored ribbed pattern.
The fabric pressed into her skin, revealing the deep cleft beneath. The curve of her body flowed along the material.
…Shit.
He instinctively looked away, but the image was already seared into his brain. His whole body froze for a second, and with a surge of heat, his heart screamed.
He swallowed unconsciously, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and his heart hammered as if it would leap out from under his chair.
Jesus fuck. Shitshitshitshit—
It wasn’t a screen or a fantasy. Just a real woman.
“Ah, I picked it up—”
Startled by her voice, Aiden tried to stand up too quickly and slammed his forehead right into the parasol pole.
…fucking,
“Oh, are you okay?”
Seojin, holding the pen, straightened up and asked with a surprised face, reaching a hand toward his forehead.
“It’s red.”
“I’m fine. Just… clumsy.”
He tried to laugh, but his voice was hoarse.
He couldn’t push her hand away. As the well-built man hunched his shoulders and behaved meekly, like a real younger brother, Seojin’s touch lingered on his skin.
It had definitely started with a simple desire to help her as she struggled with a foreign language, but now, he was thinking, I wish those lips would call my name.
He wanted that kindness to love him. He wanted those lips to cry out his name in a choked sob.
I want her to pull me between her knees.
Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)
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